Ryan Shams

The close of Liz Magic Laser's performance Sunday night generated what was likely the most awkward applause I've ever heard: clap. clapclapclap. clapclap. clap? Incapacitated by self-awareness, the audience seemed unsure of when their applause should end, and even less sure of when it should have begun. It was a victory for Liz Magic Laser’s thorough examination of viewer complicity and the media circus.